THE ROBBER
“The Robber”
He came one night whilst I was asleep creeping through the door, True evil to the core…
The wind was rushing and battering at the windowsill
And the clock chimed about the hour of 12 O’clock…
I slept soundly unaware of the intruder lurking in the shadows of the room & Welcomed the night sounds that comforted my fragile body…
I felt peace within my soul…
Danger was not on my mind as sleep blinded the footsteps near the bedside…
Suddenly, as I felt a choking sensation my eyelids flew open and I found myself captive at the stranger’s hands…
The clammy hands on my neck held tight as I began to gasp for breath…
I felt frozen and lifeless as I stared endlessly into the masked face that encroached me…
Why he was here and what did he want, I kept wondering as the hands tightened around my tender neck…
He whispered into my ear and told me to be quiet
and he would spare my life…
Trembling and feeling faint, I nodded as his grip loosed and I received breath again…
I knew then the stranger did not seek for money or jewels
But to rob me of my most precious possession…
The bud of life preserved and saved for the perfect love…
Never again would I feel the warmth and tenderness
of union ship between lovers,
Nor the taste of honey on my lips nor the thrill of flesh bewitches my loins …
I died that night in the realm of darkness as the stranger stole from me…
“The Robber”
©2005 Marsha Cleveland
About this poem
This poem reflects the horror and grief of a loved one that lost her life from a home invasion rapist. This reflects the outcome of the attack and feelings of the victim.
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Written on September 26, 2005
Submitted by mar72 on August 07, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XAB CA XD XC BXX XXXX XXD C X |
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Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
Characters | 1,469 |
Words | 283 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 3, 1, 1 |
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